Then I dropped my forehead against his and sat there for a long time, as if I could telegraph a message through our two skulls, from my brain to his. I wanted to make him understand some things. You know all that stuff we’ve always said about you? I whispered. What a total pain you are? Don’t believe it. Don’t believe it for a minute, Marley. He needed to know that, and something more, too. There was something I had never told him, that no one ever had. I wanted him to hear it before he went. Marley, I said. You are a great dog.
John Grogan